from
The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:

¶ The Glance.

WHen first thy sweet and gracious eye
Vouchsafd evn in the midst of youth and night
To look upon me, who before did lie
Weltring in sinne;
I felt a sugred strange delight,
Passing all cordials made by any art,
Bedew, embalme, and overrunne my heart,
And take it in.
Since that time many a bitter storm
My soul hath felt, evn able to destroy,
Had the malicious and ill-meaning harm
His swing and sway:
But will thy sweet originall joy,
Sprung from thine eye, did work within my soul,
And surging griefs, when they grew bold, controll,
And got the day.
If thy first glance so powerfull be,
A mirth but opend and seald up again;
What wonders shall we feel, when we shall see
Thy full-eyd love!
When thou shalt look us out of pain,
And one aspect of thine spend in delight
More then a thousand sunnes dispurse in light,
In heav'n above.